There are so many of these questions that bug me. Maybe I am just a grumpy person who is often annoyed by people asking too many questions. But there are a few questions that always go together. Are you married? How long? Do you have children?
We’ve been married for 7 plus years. Together for 10. No we don’t have children.
And when they hear that we don’t have children, they almost always, 9 times out of 10, say, “You are still young. You have time.”
First, you do not know how old I am. Sometimes I tell them “Actually, I am 41, so not really.”
“Oh, well, my sister’s neighbor had a baby when she was 41. Or that movie star lady is 45 and she had one.” And on and on it goes.
You do not know why I don’t have children. For all you know, we could have medical reasons for not having children. What I want to say is, “I don’t have children because I would have to put up with judgmental asshats like yourself, madam.” I say madam because it’s always women. Men never say this to me. Maybe they say it to my husband, but never to me.
There are a myriad of reasons that I don’t have children. And the truth is the parents of other children is one of those reasons. Even if I home-schooled my child, at some point they would have to go out into the world and meet other children. Those children would have parents. And 85% of those parents are asshats.
And as I look around at my sleeping cats, I thank the heavens that they don’t need play dates with their peers.